Welcome Home, Jeremy

A little weary and his eyesight affected by some tropical bug, a still-happy Jeremy returned to our arms at our gathering at Twist last night. He promised to be around until the end of August, a fine time actually to leave this hurricane-prone state.

Connie and Dr. Brad were well-behaved, but that George.... Just what is to be done with her?

Yes, like the cat caught with the feather in its mouth, someone who shouldn't be eating pizza (at least in public) was trying to smile his way out. He was punished when home, but that was what he was looking forward to.

There's always a shoe-off in this crowd. The Prada-clad foot attached to the pinstripe pants won, although my cap-toed oxfords were a close second.